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My name is Akatosh,

I'm dealing with the mess left by Helsing ... eh?

——4E, 201, the month of the fire, 2nd, 23: 41——

"[What is the most beautiful music of life?]"

"It's silence, brother."

"【Welcome home--】"

The dark red heavy stone door with a huge skull and black handprints slowly slid aside. The "Imperial Soldier" in front of the door did not look at it more, and stepped into the deep channel behind the stone door enough for five or six people to parallel.

Not far after entering the black door, there is a "dressing room" with many wardrobes, armor racks, hat hooks and other furniture on the side. Those furniture are placed or hung to contain the unique clothing owned by all parts of the sky and even some neighboring provinces.

"咣 当 ——" After the light helmet of the Imperial Legion was taken off, it was thrown into the corner of the dressing room, and the blond hair of the shawl that was bound to the "soldier" fell down.

Followed by the light armor, gloves and boots often worn by the Empire Scouts, when all these disguised objects were removed, what appeared there was a tight black and red leather jacket with a very aggressive beauty and blond hair Tall woman with brown eyes.

"Where is the problem?" Astrid murmured while putting on black leather gloves and boots, and then walked straight out of the dressing room. As for the disguise, someone will deal with it later.

Just a simple task of assassinating prisoners would fail, and it was insulting to the reputation of the Dark Brotherhood Skyrim Division.

The commission itself is very simple. In Falkreath, a wild werewolf killed the employer ’s young daughter after running out of control. The Imperial Corps stationed there did not dare to kill him for any reason. The employer could not bear the murderer. Still alive, he took out all his savings and held a dark ceremony to request the Brotherhood of Darkness to kill him. By the way, as the employer was a woman, Asturd decided to personally contact and execute the commission.

It is not difficult to disguise as an imperial soldier. Many of those guys were terrified by the "Helgen's Dragon" and always wanted to evacuate, which caused their standard armor to be undefended at all times.

The problem is that the werewolf named Sing Ding was not like they said in the chat. He had pleaded guilty and asked for a death. When he sneaked into the dungeon to prepare for assassination, he turned directly and broke the roof of the dungeon to escape.

Astrid itself is not proficient in tracking or fighting head-to-head with the enemy, especially if the opponent is still a werewolf-no, in fact, she can sometimes fight the werewolf head-on.

"What's the matter? Dear? The task is not smooth?" Ascending into the public hall of the Brotherhood, Ascend directly slammed into someone's arms, the other person surrounded her very naturally, and touched her by the way. Head.

"Let me go, you stupid dog." Astrid whispered, "This is a public place."

No fraternity assassin can commit such a ridiculously low-level mistake of "crashing people in the corner", which will cause this kind of result, only because she has confirmed the identity of the other party before contact.

Ayn Bjorn, blonde, tall, burly, typical Nord, dislikes the use of weapons, a rare "frontal assassination" lover in the Brotherhood, a self-controlling werewolf, and Aspen ’s husband.

"Don't worry, they've gotten used to it," Ian Boyon rubbed his wife's blond hair again, letting go before she fluttered: "Whether it's our show of affection or the unexpected failure of the task."

"Not at all comforting." Astured glared at him, then turned his gaze to the hall.

This is a naturally formed two-story cave. There is a dark river that gushes out from the mountain wall and flows away from the extremely narrow gap at the bottom. It is the main water source for the Brotherhood. The other parts are set up with a training ground, blacksmith shop and dinner The long table, the ring-shaped second floor connected by natural stone steps, are the residences of the members of the Brotherhood, as well as the meeting room to publish tasks and the treasure trove of storage.

Since the sanctuary itself is within the mountain walls, any self-modification may cause collapse, so this setting has not changed in the past 100 years.

Generally speaking, due to the endless stream of guys who want to hire the Dark Brotherhood to kill others, and are distributed throughout the Skyrim Province, the members of the Brotherhood are basically on the road, it is difficult to have a chance to get together, there can be three or four in the hall People are very good-they basically come back to report their work, and report the success or failure of the task.

"Unfortunately ~ I didn't fail ~" The childish female voice sounded, and a little girl at the dinner table waved towards Astrid: "If Astrid you also missed, 100% of the people who completed the task But I'm the only one left ~ "

Babet, who is about eight years old in appearance, is very cute in appearance and voice. He always claims to be an innocent girl captured by the Dark Brotherhood, but is actually a vampire who is 495 years old, with what she said In the past five hundred years, the assassination target has never been missed, but few people can refute this.

"I must declare that I am not a miss, but that the client has a problem and the contract is released," a semi-bald old man in a robe stood next to the dark river and answered without looking back: "They are a group of vampires."

Festus Klerks, a mage of destruction, is more focused on developing a variety of methods that can effectively kill humans than those who explore magical mysteries, try to understand the changes in the world, and even annihilate summoning magicians or saving lives. 'S magic is therefore wanted by all mage organizations, but this paranoid approach makes him a human supremacist and hates all creatures that cannot be perfectly affected by his spells ... Werewolves and vampires are naturally listed .

"Do you have any opinions on vampires ~" Babet flew his fists at him from afar, "Be careful of your neck when sleeping at night ~"

"Your compatriots have been wiped out after the Battle of the Guardian's Hall. Now it's all trouble to dare to pick things up, and I hate trouble the most!" Festus responded.

"Strictly speaking, I also succeeded," Ian Boyon shrugged. "Although the tiger monk was still powerful, he was still captured by me, but the employer who finally accepted him was killed by the adventurer in advance. , This is an uncontrollable factor. "

"The employer of Ayn Bjorn died, the mission was cancelled, Festus voluntarily interrupted the mission, and the remuneration was refunded by half. Babette did a good job and continued to maintain it. But my goal changed and escaped. Astrod said quickly.

However, if there is no task for the time being, try to find a way to bring in the "Jan Dalke" that has been sent by the blackhand letter.

Originally, all the "dark rituals" held were perceived by [Mother of Night] and communicated to the "listener" closest to the client ’s sanctuary according to their distance, but since the war between the Empire and Thormo, No more "listeners" appeared in the Dark Brotherhood in Skyrim Province. Astrad took the initiative to change his way and bought the "mouses" who worked everywhere to collect intelligence on "someone is holding a dark ceremony" before sending someone to contact. Although the efficiency is much lower and the mystery is lost, it is more likely to fail halfway due to various reasons, but finally the organization is continued.

Not long ago, Astrid took the line through his appearance and the largest private organization in the Wind Helmet, "Shawl Blonde", and learned from them that a child persecuted by the family was holding a dark ceremony. There may be some decent payment. She is going to let Babete, who likes to play tender, come into contact with the little demon named Aventus Erritino. Unexpectedly, his ritual goal, the "civility" of the Rift City "Guiluo" was killed. According to Maiton's guards, the perpetrators seemed to be one of the founders of "Shawl Blonde Hair", Jeanna Dalke.

The girl's identity recorded in the shawl blonde hair was a "Sino scholar" who excavated ancient ruins, but after nearly half a year's absence, he turned into a heavy armor warrior, and those archaeologists were monsters.

As for this kind of event with no precedent, the handling method is entirely determined by Astrid. No one will have any opinion on whether to turn a blind eye, assassinate her to protect the face of the Brotherhood, or absorb it.

For the Brotherhood of Darkness, being able to launch an assassination in the tightly guarded Rift Valley City and retreat all over the body can be said to be a member of excellent quality, but to be able to make such an action based on "a sense of justice" is representative She is likely to dispute some of the Brotherhood ’s tasks with motivational issues, but it also means that she will not be bound by the so-called laws and common sense, which is in line with the Brotherhood ’s ancient creed: [Everything is impermanent, all laws Without me】.

"So, what is the conclusion?" Ain Boyon, who knew what his wife was thinking, touched her head again.

"The conclusion is ... Nazr! Where is Jeanna Dalk now?" Astrid called to the second floor of the cave.

"She is heading in the direction of the Wind Helmet City," a red guard wearing a headscarf and a scimitar on his waist appeared from the conference room on the second floor: "It seems that he is going to return to Aventus. Ji Shulin's rest, from her speed, it seems that she didn't care about the blackhand letters we sent. "

Nazr, a brave Red Guard warrior, with double swords fascinated, but the hobby is to organize the collected mission information and sort it into categories, almost never going out of the field, can be said to be the steward of the Dark Brotherhood, just ask him if you have any questions. You can basically get the answer.

"I will go and bring her back in person. Compared to other members, I think I still have enough affinity." Astrid patted Ein Boyon's chest.

"Okay, then I'll help you chase the lucky wolf." The werewolf, who was scolded by his wife without trace, was helpless.

"[What's the most beautiful sound of life—]" The black door at the entrance of the sanctuary roared deep.

Another brother is back? Everyone present looked in the direction of the entrance.

"It's flute ~ (plum) lute ~ (square) or bass drum ~ (spades)"

Some weird, people feel the sound of various patterns in front of the man shouting exaggeratedly outside the door, the black door was silent, the members of the Brotherhood looked at each other.

"Oh-it's still silence ~ Thank you mother ~ (Peach) No, Cicero will never change his tongue ~ Mother ~ (Peach) Mother ~ (Peach)

The voice became more exaggerated.

"【Welcome home--】"

At this moment, the thoughts of everyone present had never been so unified.

Do not! Don't open the door! !

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